He worked his scabbard free from his position at his waist and leaned it against the table. Stian sighed. He was still tired and losing energy. He wouldn’t last without something to eat. Just as he was thinking that a young boy, maybe 19, came from towards the stage and ran to the table where he spoke rapidly to Stian in an old, complex language. Definitely of Eastern decent. Stian gestured towards the young girl and rattled something back at the boy. He nodded and smiled at the young girl. [b]”Hi. I’m Shou. Can I get you drink?”[/b] His English was patchy and broken but the message got across. Stian patiently sat and hummed an off tune to himself. Yet it was strangely relaxing. The boy was about to bounce off the walls waiting. He seemed very quick paced.